June 29, 2015 by Heather
Parker and I were playing in his room this morning and “You Are My Sunshine” came on the Pandora station we were listening to. Tears instantly sprang to my eyes and I rubbed them, which caused my sensitive and perceptive child to ask what was wrong. “Mama’s eyes are just itchy, no big deal.” I dried it up and continued throwing the big bouncy ball to him so he could WHACK it all the way across the room, at times directly at my face.
You know, you read things (blog posts, typically) about going from one child to two.. how your first child no longer being your only child can stir up all sorts of emotions. It always made sense to me, but now it feels very real. Just thinking about it makes my eyes water, which makes me feel ridiculous and hormonal (I’ll not deny either). We are so, SO excited for Parker to have a brother. I cannot wait to see them interact and get to know each other. We only have a few weeks left before he gets here, which is just nuts for me to wrap my brain around.
I just have to keep reminding myself that Parker isn’t going anywhere. It’s not like we have to leave him at the hospital in order to take the new baby home. It is so silly to say (type), but it’s the truth. He will still be here, my strong-willed first born, probably climbing all over me and shoving tractors and dinosaurs in his week-old brother’s squinty face. People have told me that Parker will seem so big and grown up next to the baby; cue the waterworks.
We’re ready. I’ve got a pile of newborn clothes waiting to be washed. Andrew put the bouncy chair together. Parker and I have been swaddling all his stuffed animals. I need to hang a few things on the wall and pack some hospital stuff.
But right now, I hear two little feet coming down the hall and really need to snuggle with all the parts attached to them.